Szelsofa, September has probably always been mixed for me. But I find its kindness lacking now. It's a time of reversals and breaking. Probably tied to the end of summer.
Joaquin, I feel like a short, rhyming poem can't be beat for impact.
Vesper, I could see the edge of this appealing to you. There's something very nice about venting it.
*applauds*
ReplyDelete:) hmmm...year went by in a flash...already september!
ReplyDelete"twigs dropping life too early" :) Very Nice...
...and the bluest of blue skies.
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Also the month I was married. Thanks for a short but sweet poem. Spiders - urgh.
ReplyDeleteIt's my best friend's birthday this month...and its the month i first kissed my gal...
ReplyDeleteHi Jason,
ReplyDeleteI hope it's okay to put this message here... I don't have many of the emails I used to have.
I started a new blog. I need to be happy again. To write again. I hope you (and Aine!) can visit.
:-)
http://alphabitchwhisperer.blogspot.com/
This was fantastic Jason, I mean, HOLY COW. The last line was amazing. Go on. Take a bow. You know you want to.
ReplyDeleteLeatherdykeuk, thanks!
ReplyDeleteErratic Thoughts, funny how the years are gearing up.
Karen, that too. :)
Petty Witter, thanks for adding some positive to the mix. =)
Anonymous, ah yes, more goodness!
Chris, very good to see you back! I hope you've been well, but it sounds like you may have had some rough patches.
Oddyoddyo13, you gave me a big smile. Thanks for that. :D
spiderlings fly to establish their new base, their new home.
ReplyDeleteapart from the haste and anxiety of the beginning of the school i like september.
awesome - the brevity of this packs a punch.
ReplyDeleteOoooh, I love this so much, Jason! The last line, especially, swells my heart with pleasure. It's perfect... and the picture too!
ReplyDeleteSzelsofa, September has probably always been mixed for me. But I find its kindness lacking now. It's a time of reversals and breaking. Probably tied to the end of summer.
ReplyDeleteJoaquin, I feel like a short, rhyming poem can't be beat for impact.
Vesper, I could see the edge of this appealing to you. There's something very nice about venting it.
Well, maybe the hero stopped to eat those poisonous mushrooms caught so beautifully in a moment out of time (wow, awesome picture and poem!)
ReplyDeletemmmm... love this!!!
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